Late night thoughts of a dream land
Late night walks, I'mma G man
I say f*ck that order
Bitch that's not your corner
I drink blood like water
Least that's what I taught her
Twenty-five days left now and I've come to realize that I'm close to the red line
I want you...
Fake ass friends and they all wanna talk and they all want something
Place that pan on a white toed tan bitch give me something
I like pain
I hate fame
You my main
We the same
Life's a game
All this rain
Yeah, yeah
I might die for the things I did
I can't try take away my sin
I've seen cash and I've seen my past
6 feet down cause I chase that ass
And I promise that my body move slow
Got nowhere to go
My mental be low
I'm left all alone
To die in the cold
And f*ck all the shining
It's all about timing
I want you...
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